Who

H'ris, Z'bor

What

Z'bor and H'ris spend the day hunting and fishing only to come home to rain

Sexual themes

When

-- On Pern --
It is 6:25 PM where you are.
It is evening of the first day of the fifth month of the tenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the thirty-first day of Spring and 84 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.
In Southern:
It is the thirty-first day of Autumn and 43 degrees. Rain pours down in hard, biting sheets. The wind tears through any open space, biting just as hard. Thunder booms and lightning flashes in the dark clouds above.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the thirty-first day of Autumn and 12 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


Where

Living Caverns, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 03 Mar 2017 07:00

 

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"My sisters didn't miss me none, when I started my learnin'. They was glad o' the break."


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Living Cavern, Southern Weyr

Grand and spacious, the cavern curves high aloft in naturally-vaulted ceiling that soothes any sense of claustrophobia. Rich woods line the cavern floor, varnished and stained a rich mahogany, while round tables scatter about candlelit and intimate. The largest table lies southerly next the sideboard, long trestles that seem oriented to providing for the weyr's youngest. The rich blue of Azov can be seen from a distance in good weather, when the heavy stone doors covering the entrance are allowed to stand open.


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It's been a holiday of hunting and fishing for H'ris and Z'bor, both needing a break from both their rider duties and their daddy duties. WIth two children running around the weyr and day to day life it's hard sometimes to make time for one's significant other. Z'bor had enough of this nonsense and nearly drove himself crazy planning the day. All had gone well and the hunting and fishing had been fruitful.

It had been a fantastic time with H'ris, surrounded by comfortable silence and lacking the screams of young children. But, it is almost guaranteed through karma or fate or whatever thing is out there, that no date can go off perfectly. Just as H'ris and Z'bor had been packing up to head for home, the rain had come, hard and unforgiving. So, quickly dropping off their supplies at home and after dropping whatever game they'd shot with the kitchens, they head for the living caverns to get out of the wet and fill their bellies with something warm.

Z'bor is the first to enter the caverns, his thick matt of hair plastered to his scalp as he wipes the water from his eyes. "Shards that came on fast!" He comments as he heads for the sidebar and a hot cup of klah. "Glad we decided to tuck in when we did." Klah is poured and Z'bor looks around for something heavy to eat whilst his stomach grumbles and complains in response to the smell of food.

H'ris is right behind his weyrmate, shaking water from his curls and wrinkling his nose. Pausing at the door, the big man pulls off his boots and socks, tucking the latter in his back pocket and dropping the former in a chair at an empty table. "I thought th' whole point o' Southern were it weren't fuckin' freezin'," he complains as he joins Z'bor at the tables. "We'll be lucky if'n we don't take cold from it." Grabbing a plate, the burly greenrider begins loading it with food…maybe for the two of them, from the quantity (spoiler: it's totally all for him). "If'n it hadn't o' rained, we might have had some o' that whersport, cooked out." His eyebrows lift. "Or that bluefin. I still cain't believe you reeled that in all by yourself."

Z'bor chuckles. "Hey, at least it ain't snowing….. I'd take the rain over icy cold any day." Z'bor shakes his head, sending a fond look to his weyrmate, who has no compunctions at all about making himself comfortable. Z'bor will probably stay in his wet squishy boots until they get home. Z'bor piles his own plate, knowing full well that the large plate H'ris fixes is all for him. At his comment about catching cold, Z'bor chuckles again. "We'll just have to find ways to keep warm tonight is all…." A cheeky wink follows this statement and Z'bor makes his way to the table claimed by H'ris' boots. He makes himself comfortable, watching H'ris as he follows. "Och, well, we can hunt and eat whersport anytime, it's the bluefin I'm a bit upset about not getting to cook." Z'bor's brows furrow. "That makes two of us…. apparently the new PT routine I introduced to my squad is working." In fact, Z'bor had been putting on quite a bit of muscle as of late, he doesn't even limp much anymore, having strengthened the muscle there that'd been damaged by threadscore and had been the cause of Z'bor's adorable daughter.

H'ris' eyebrows rise a notch at that cheeky wink, and a smile plays about his lips even as he tries to maintain his grumpy disposition. It doesn't really work, though, particularly when he make a pleased grunt when he runs across a pot of spicy jam. That's balanced on top of his food as he follows Z'bor to the table. "I hope they make them fish rolls out'n it," he says, licking gravy from his thumb as he sets his plate down. "An' maybe some o' them spiderleg dumplin's." He grins, and plunks down in his seat, snagging a meat roll and dunking it in the pot of jam before taking a large bite from it. In typical H'ris fashion, he continues talking as he chews. "Mayhap we can slip away next Rest Day," he muses. "The weather'll be warmer, and they'll be spawnin'." That statement comes with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows and a bawdy wink of his own. "Probably not as big as that one, but still nice, roasted up with citrines an' sourgrass an' a bit o' onion."

Z'bor gives a victorious grin when he realizes he's broken through H'ris' grumpiness. That smile was a good win. The mention of fish rolls has Z'bor licking his lips. "Aye, I hope so too… or some chowder….I haven't had chowder in forever." Creamy fish soup? Yes please! Z'bor eyes H'ris and the pot of spicy jam before picking up a bread roll and breaking it in half. One half goes back to his plate, and the other gets dipped in that jam, whether H'ris wants to share or not. A salacious grin slips across Z'bor's lips at the mention of rest days and spawning. "That would be nice…. I'm sure Adella wouldn't mind taking the kids again."

H'ris doesn't mind sharing his jam, although he does growl a bit non-threateningly. He tries to fend off the bread with his half a meatroll, only to lose the ultimate duel. He makes a different kind of noise at the suggestion in Z'bor's voice, and looks around the Living Cavern at the few people who are there. "I reckon Qyth's a little too close to her heat for you to be makin' them kind of proposals," he rumbles, eyes crinkling at the corners. "An' I agree. I don't think she'll mind. Though I think Riski's gettin' a bit fast for her to catch him." The big man snorts a laugh. "You ought'n to see what he wrote on th' nursery walls with your charcoal stick." The big man rolls a shoulder. "It's most scribbles, an' he cain't spell no better'n me, but I still learnt I need to start watchin' my language a bit better."

Z'bor chuckles at the growl and eats his pilfered jam with a smile. Someone is in a good mood despite the foul weather. "If you haven't noticed, I don't mind much when Qyth is close to flying…." In fact, Z'bor tends to love it when Qyth is pre-proddy, even if they avoid each other for a day or two after. Z'bor's attention snaps up when H'ris mentions their son writing foul language on the walls. "I think both of us might have to watch ourselves on that front. Do we need to get Adella a helper?"

H'ris is quiet for a long moment after the question. "I reckon he ought to go into the nursery durin' the day," he says slowly. "Let him run hisself out with the other Weyr kids, an' he'll be easier to handle to home." He lifts a shoulder. "Zari's still a bit young for it, but she ain't runnin' Adella and her sister ragged."

Z'bor looks thoughtful and then nods as he masticates a bit of his food. He takes a drink before speaking. "Might be a good idea…." Z'bor takes another bite. "Might be good for him to be around kids his own age." AFter all, a kid isn't going to learn to socialize playing with dragons. "

H'ris is less thoughtful as he shovels food into his mouth, foregoing silverware to push food in with his thick fingers. "I reckon Adella won't be too happy about it, but she'll be glad o' the rest in th' end." He grins, and dips a finger in his gravy, swishing it around before lifting it and sucking it clean with loud *pop*. "There's a few what am his age, or a mite older," he notes. "As you say, he cain't live on lizards alone. An' he'll be to home at night." He nods. "I'll talk to th' nannies in th' mornin' an' drop him off." He lifts his eyebrows, suddenly, as a thought occurs to him. "They learn 'em their ballads down there, don't they?"

Z'bor nods along with H'ris, eating as he does. "Aye, I believe they do." Z'bor's heard more than enough singing coming from that part of the weyr to assume he's right. Z'bor leans back in his chair, picking at his teeth a bit before speaking. "I think it'll be good for him. Zariel might miss her brother though." Z'bor flushes with pride when he mentions the two as siblings. He couldn't be happier with anything than his little family right now. Now if only he could get his wing business in order.

H'ris makes a pleased noise as the ballads are confirmed — because anything Z'bor tells him is automatically accepted as being true. Which might be something others would call dangerous, but works well for the two of them. "Zari's still young enow th' fair can keep her company," he says. "She might fuss a bit, but I reckon in a day or two, she won't even give it no never mind." He grins. "My sisters didn't miss me none, when I started my learnin'. They was glad o' the break."

Z'bor laughs. "Perhaps. And then, she isn't always with us and her brother. SPends a good deal of time with Rielle too, so mayhaps it won't be too odd for Riski to be gone." Z'bor laughs again shaking his head. "Mine didn't miss me either." In fact, Z'bor's sisters were probably glad he was gone, while Z'bor may be soft hearted and shy now, he was a hellion at home when he was younger….to family at least. He finishes off his plate and swallows down the last of his klah.

H'ris isn't far behind Z'bor in finishing, despite the large amount of food he took. It went somewhere in that short time, and all signs point to H'ris. Especially when he belches loudly. "Let's go up," he announces, standing suddenly and stretching before taking up his plate and mug. "Mayhap we can work some o' this off afore Adella brings the kids back to the weyr." He wrinkles his nose as a clap of thunder shakes the floor, and sighs. "Plus, we's gonna want a hot bath, as well." Which adds plenty of possibilities to his idea about going up. All of which he's happy to explore . In depth.

Z'bor is more than happy to follow his weyrmate in standing and clearing their mess. "Don't forget your boots…" Z'bor reminds with a smile. "And Adella won't be back with the kids until tomorrow." Z'bor had seen to that personally, Zariel would go home to mom and Riski would be spending the night with Adella. Z'bor's grin widens and he gives H'ris a good old fashioned heated look before sending his dirty dishes off. "A bath sounds like a good idea…" And maaaaaybe, if he was super nice about it, H'ris could talk Zeb into giving him a massage.

Oh, that massage is happening. Especially after that look. As Z'bor's going to find out. Very soon.

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